Discussion in 'Player Groups & Guilds' started by Duke Vallas [BEAR], Apr 26, 2013.
There's always space in the Militia.
Just don't ask for complementary life insurance.
Come one! Come all! Step this way to sign up!
We're always on the lookout for good people. Give us a try.
Looking for aspiring bar staff. Must be housetrained. Ish.
Looking for a potential supplier of bread sauce and cranberries in bulk.
Cooking, agriculture, and foraging are all in my future. Perhaps I could provide the tavern with more than just music?
You're more than welcome to.
A quick post-Xmas bump.
Head over to The Bear Tavern !
We have cold Beer and warm Seats close to the Fire !
Looking for work in the Militia. My blade, your will.
You can start by scrubbing the floors Wax on wax off, wax on wax off.
Please feel free to sign up at our community forums, the form is on the top bar. We'd certainly love to have you on the roster.
This is no tournament, this is for real!
My word, over 2,000 views! Plenty of space for guests and guid members alike.
I like beer!
With a brisk nor'east wind cutting through my cloak, I quickly yet stealthily enter The Bear Tavern. Leaving my black hooded cloak wrapped about me, I head directly to Vallas while he tends the bar.
"A fine, warm Inn you have here. But something led me to this place to deliver a message. You see, I am a gypsy fortune teller, looking for a home and place to greet weary travelers who are seeking fame and fortune, and to watch as they drown their cares in drink, giving guidance where I can. May I see your hand?"
I take Vallas' hand in mine and turn it palmside up. Carefully, I study the lines.
"I have not been misguided. You are the one I've been seeking. It is in your future to have a great many people surrounding you. You will help bring great prosperity to many who will enter your doors. And there is more....much more to come...."
Then I turn and silently stride towards the lone table in the corner of the room, but close enough to the fire to gain its warmth. I examine the thickly hewn table, taking in the odors of wood soaked, cleaned and dried, from many draughts of spilled beer (and, well, let's not think about what else....). From beneath my cloak, I pull forth a woven silk scarf and cover the table with care.
"My good sir, might I have a hot tea? Be sure to leave some leaves floating, as it will tell me something more of you..... might you be in need of my service to you and some of your clientele?"
You're more than welcome to stay. As long as your... business keeps the peace I'll pay it no mind.
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